Laila

You ask me of love, my friend

But what I know of love is little.

For I never found a reason for love,

And in his presence, I never thought.

I surrendered my wisdom and placed it at his feet

and dropped on my knees.

I know not of its beauty,

For I bowed my head and lowered my gaze

and never dared to look at the sight that I could not endure.

I know not of the desire,

For all I wished for and all I asked, was his wish

and I found my wish in fulfilling his.

I know not of the pain,

For my blood only poured to yield

and my wounds blossomed.

I know not of the loneliness,

For the walls, the floor and the roof, sing to me

I open my eyes to his thoughts and I sleep with his dreams.

I know not of the distances,

For I live in the heart of love

and it is where I have made my home.

I know not of the possession

For I found love to be free

And I know I cannot hold the breeze in my fist.

I know not of the silence,

For when I stare at the moon, I find it staring back

And we speak in the wordless whispers through the night.

I know not of the broken hearts,

For I found love to be indestructible,

And I found the lover,
invincible.